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her head at the strangeness of it all。
The bread and cheese turned to ashes in Rand's mouth。 〃Their backs were broken？〃
The cook waved a floury hand。 〃Think on happier things； that's my way of looking。 There's a gleeman； you know。 In the mon room right this minute。 But then； you came with him； didn't you？ You are one of those as came with Mistress Alys last evening； aren't you？ I thought you were。 I won't get much chance to see this gleeman myself； I'm thinking； not with the inn as full as it is； and most of them riffraff down from the mines。〃 She gave the dough an especially heavy thump。 〃Not the sort we'd let in most times； only the whole town is filled up with them。 Better than some they could be； though； I suppose。 Why； I haven't seen a gleeman since before the winter； and 。。。〃
Rand ate mechanically； not tasting anything； not listening to what the cook said。 Dead rats； with their backs broken。 He finished his breakfast hastily； stammered his thanks； and hurried out。 He had to talk to someone。
The mon room of the Stag and Lion shared little except its purpose with the same room at the Winespring Inn。 It was twice as wide and three times as long； and colorful pictures of ornate buildings with gardens of tall trees and bright flowers were painted high on the walls。 Instead of one huge fireplace； a hearth blazed on each wall； and scores of tables filled the floor； with almost every chair； bench； or stool taken。
Every man among the crowd of patrons with pipes in their teeth and mugs in their fists leaned forward with his attention on one thing： Thom； standing atop a table in the middle of the room； his many colored cloak tossed over a nearby chair。 Even Master Fitch held a silver tankard and a polishing cloth in motionless hands。
〃 。。。 prancing； silver hooves and proud； arched necks；〃 Thom proclaimed； while somehow seeming not only to be riding a horse； but to be one of a long procession of riders。 〃Silken manes flutter with tossed heads。 A thousand streaming banners whip rainbows against an endless sky。 A hundred brazen…throated trumpets shiver the air； and drums rattle like thunder。 Wave on wave； cheers roll from watchers in their thousands； roll across the rooftops and towers of Illian； crash and break unheard around the thousand ears of riders whose eyes and hearts shine with their sacred quest。 The Great Hunt of the Horn rides forth； rides to seek the Horn of Valere that will summon the heroes of the Ages back from the grave to battle for the Light 。。。〃
It was what the gleeman had called Plain Chant； those nights beside the fire on the ride north。 Stories； he said； were told in three voices； High Chant； Plain Chant； and mon； which meant simply telling it the way you might tell your neighbor about your crop。 Thom told stories in mon； but he did not bother to hide his contempt for the voice。
Rand closed the door without going in and slumped against the wall。 He would get no advice from Thom。 Moiraine … what would she do if she knew？
He became aware of people staring at him as they passed； and realized he was muttering under his breath。 Smoothing his coat； he straightened。 He had to talk to somebody。 The cook had said one of the others had not gone out。 It was an effort not to run。
When he rapped on the door of the room where the other boys had slept and poked his head in； only Perrin was there； lying on his bed and still not dressed。 He twisted his head on the pillow to look at Rand； then closed his eyes again。 Mat's bow and quiver were propped in the corner。
〃I heard you weren't feeling well；〃 Rand said。 He came in and sat on the next bed。 〃I just wanted to talk。 I 。。。〃 He did not know how to bring it up； he realized。 〃If you're sick；〃 he said； half standing； 〃maybe you ought to sleep。 I can go。〃
〃I don't know if I'll ever sleep again。〃 Perrin sighed。 〃I had a bad dream； if you must know； and couldn't get back to sleep。 Mat will quick enough to tell you。 He laughed this morning； when I told them why I was too tired to go out with him； but he dreamed； too。 I listened to him for most of the night； tossing and muttering； and you can't tell me he got a good night's sleep。〃 He threw a thick arm across his eyes。 〃Light； but I'm tired。 Maybe if I just stay here for an hour or two； I'll feel like getting up。 Mat will never let me hear the end of it if I miss seeing Baerlon because of a dream。 〃
Rand slowly lowered himself to the bed again。 He licked his lips； then said quickly； 〃Did he kill a rat？〃
Perrin lowered his arm and stared at him。 〃You； too？〃 he said finally。 When Rand nodded； he said； 〃I wish I was back home。 He told me 。。。 he said 。。。 What are we going to do？ Have you told Moiraine？〃
〃No。 Not yet。 Maybe I won't。 I don't know。 What about you？〃
〃He said 。。。 Blood and ashes； Rand； I don't know。〃 Perrin raised up on his elbow abruptly。 〃Do you think Mat had the same dream？ He laughed； but it sounded forced； and he looked funny when I said I couldn't sleep because of a dream。〃
〃Maybe he did；〃 Rand said。 Guiltily； he felt relieved he was not the only one。 〃I was going to ask Thom for advice。 He's seen a lot of the world。 You 。。。 you don't think we should tell Moiraine； do you？〃
Perrin fell back on his pillow。 〃You've heard the stories about Aes Sedai。 Do you think we can trust Thom？ If we can trust anybody。 Rand； if we get out of this alive； if we ever get back home； and you hear me say anything about leaving Emond's Field； even to go as far as Watch Hill； you kick me。 All right？〃
〃That's no way to talk；〃 Rand said。 He put on a smile； as cheerful as he could make it。 〃Of course we'll get home。 e on； get up。 We're in a city； and we have a whole day to see it。 Where are your clothes？〃
〃You go。 I just want to lie here awhile。〃 Perrin put his arm back across his eyes。 〃You go ahead。 I'll catch you up in an hour or two。〃
〃It's your loss；〃 Rand said as he got up。 〃Think of what you might miss。〃 He stopped at the door。 〃Baerlon。 How many times have we talked about seeing Baerlon one day？〃 Perrin lay there with his eyes covered and did not say a word。 After a minute Rand stepped out and closed the door behind him。
In the hallway he leaned against the wall； his smile fading。 His head still hurt； it was worse； not better。 He could not work up much enthusiasm for Baerlon； either； not now。 He could not summon enthusiasm about anything。
A chambermaid came by； her arms full of sheets； and gave him a concerned look。 Before she could speak he moved off down the hall； shrugging into his cloak。 Thom would not be finished in the mon room for hours yet。 He might as well see what he could。 Perhaps he could find Mat； and see if Ba'alzamon had been in his dreams； too。 He went downstairs more slowly this time； rubbing his temple。
The stairs ended near the kitchen； so he took that way out； nodding to Sara but hurrying on when she seemed about to take up where she had left off。 The stableyard was empty except for Mutch； standing in the stable door； and one of the other ostlers carrying a sack on his shoulder into the stable。 Rand nodded to Mutch； too； but the stableman gave him a truculent look and went inside。 He hoped the rest of the city was more like Sara and less like Mutch。 Ready to see what a city was like； he picked up his step。
At the open stableyard gates； he stopped and stared。 People packed the street like sheep in a pen； people swathed to the eyes in cloaks and coats； hats pulled down against the cold； weaving in and out at a quick step as though the wind whistling over the rooftops blew them along； elbowing past one another with barely a word or a glance。 All strangers； he thought。 None of them know each other。
The smells were strange； too； sharp and sour and sweet all mixed in a hodgepodge that had him rubbing his nose。 Even at the height of Festival he had never seen so many people so jammed together。 Not even half so many。 And this was only one street。 Master Fitch and the cook said the whole city was full。 The whole city 。。。 like this？
He backed slowly away from the gate； away from the street full of people。 It really was not right to go off and leave Perrin sick in bed。 And what if Thom finished his storytelling while Rand was off in the city？ The gleeman might go out himself； and Rand needed to talk to someone。 Much better to wait a bit。 He breathed a sigh of relief as he turned his back on the swarming street。
Going back inside the inn did not appeal to him； though； not with his headache。 He sat on an upended barrel against the back of the inn and hoped the cold air might help his head。
Mutch came to the stable door from time to time to stare at him； and even across the stableyard he could make out the fellow's disapproving scowl。 Was it country people the man did not like？ Or had he been embarrassed by Master Fitch greeting them after he had tried to chase them off for ing in the back way？ Maybe he's a Darkfriend； he thought； expecting to chuckle at the idea； but it was not a funny thought。 He rubbed his hand along the hilt of Tam's sword。 There was not much left that was funny at all。
〃A shepherd with a heron…mark sword；〃 said a low； woman's voice。 〃That's almost enough to make me believe anything。 What trouble are you in； downcountry boy？〃
Startled； Rand jumped to his feet。 It was the crop…haired young woman who had been with Moiraine when he came out of the bath chamber； still dressed in a boy's coat and breeches。 She was a little older than he was； he thought； with dark eyes even bigger than Egwene's； and oddly intent。
〃You are Rand； aren't you？〃 she went on。 〃My name is Min。〃
〃I'm not in trouble；〃 he said。 He did not know what Moiraine had told her； but he remembered Lan's admonition not to attract any notice。 〃What makes you think I'm in trouble？ The Two Rivers is a quiet place； and we're all quiet people。 No place for trouble； unless it has to do with crops； or sheep。〃
〃Quiet？〃 Min said with a faint smile。 〃I've heard men talk about you Two Rivers folk。 I've heard the jokes about wooden…headed sheepherders； and then there are men who have actually been downcountry。〃
〃Wooden…headed？〃 Rand said； frowning。 〃What jokes？〃
〃The ones who know；〃 she went on as if he had not spoken； 〃say you walk around all smiles and politeness； just as meek and soft as butter。 On the surface； anyway。 Underneath； they say； you're all as tough as old oak roots。 Prod too hard； they say； and you dig up stone。 But the stone isn't buried very deep in you； or in your friends。 It's as if a storm has scoured away almost all the covering。 Moiraine didn't tell me everything； but I see what see。〃
Old oak roots？ Stone？ It hardly sounded like the sort of thing the merchants or their people would say。 That last made him jump； though。
He looked around quickly； the stableyard was empty； and the nearest windows were closed。 〃I don't know anybody named … what was it again？〃
〃Mistress Alys； then； if you prefer；〃 Min said with an amused look that made his cheeks color。 〃There's no one close enough to hear。〃
〃What makes you think Mistress Alys has another name？〃
〃Because she told me；〃 Min said； so patiently that he blushed again。 〃Not that she had a choice； I suppose。 I saw she was 。。。 different 。。。 right away。 When she stopped here before； on her way downcountry。 She knew about me。 I've talked to 。。。 others like her before。〃
〃'Saw'？〃 Rand said。
〃Well； I don't suppose you'll go running to the Children。 Not considering who your traveling panions are。 The Whitecloaks wouldn't like what I do any more than they like what she does。〃
〃I don't understand。〃
〃She says I see pieces of the Pattern。 〃 Min gave a little laugh and shook her head。 〃Sounds too grand； to me。 I just see things when I look at people； and sometimes I know what they mean。 I look at a man and a woman who've never even talked to one another； and I know they'll marry。 And they do。 That sort of thing。 She wanted me to look at you。 All of you together。 〃
Rand shivered。 〃And what did you see？〃
〃When you're all in a group？ Sparks swirling around you； thousands of them